I am bound to the will of time.
The choices in life are not mine.
I can only sit here and wait.
This is man fighting against fate.
I'm not sure when I lost control.
At least I still have my tired soul.
I learned a lesson from long ago.
Free will is not for those who sow.
I will now try to make my stand.
We delay the march of the second hand.
On it's journey towards my death.
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